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Reunited Intro (Roxanne) It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers It's Wu, ah goin on Verse I (The Genius/GZA) Reunited, double LP, world excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin all soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you master addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, for the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhyme while I limp here, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage Verse II (Ol' Dirty Bastard/Osirus) Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian, the Soul Man-hattan to the white man my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cookout, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash *sound of a plane crashing and explosion* (Roxanne) Wu-Tang motherfuckers Wu-Tang motherfuckers Yeah... and RZA Verse III (Prince Rakeem/RZA) Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage attack when you least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig I got the golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us Verse IV (Method Man/Iron Lung) Is it appetite for destruction Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin Iron Lung/Twisted Metal I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow that be code named Agent Orange, killing you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through (Roxanne) It's war motherfuckers, Wu-Tang mothe